In Slumber Poem by Walter C. Edwards

In Slumber



When angels sleep in hollows,
or up upon the clouds,
violins or trumpets sounds,
play as cherubs fly on by,
sleep softly and in slumber,
then so will I,
dream of days of summer,
with the warmth of the sun,
as angels on clouds pass on by.

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